"He may not have had the advantage of a good home."
"I realize that, but aside from breeding, I don't like him."
"The point is—what shall we do with these letters?"
"Oh, I guess I'll have to give them back," Penny sighed. "I'll do it sometime before Thursday night."
She retied the letters and slipped them into her pocket. Before the girls could leave the ravine, they heard someone coming through the woods.
A moment later Michael Haymond appeared along the path. He was whistling a tune but broke off as he noticed Penny and Susan.
"Hello," he said pleasantly. "It's another warm day, isn't it?"
Penny and Susan had been too busy to notice the weather, but they agreed that it was unpleasantly humid. Michael paused to chat for a minute or two, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.
"Have you been cutting more wood?" Penny asked with a smile.
"Yes, I didn't know what else to do."